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More than just a nickname for our state Premier ~ it's a state of mind.
I had an interview for a job in Sydney today, that would combine what I know about various office/commercial products with a lot of practical building/commodity/amenity componentry knowledge ~ with the view of combining the roles of sales representative & project manager into one. It's exactly the kind of job I would want... & the opportunity I have waited for... except for two things: 1. It's in Sydney & I want to move to Melbourne. 2. It's the kind of opportunity that could keep me in Sydney simply because of what I could gain from doing the job & learning from the experience, that I could then take the skillset from to any other place in the country after a few years & virtually name my salary... except I have my heart set on a move to Melbourne, which is where I want to be for all sorts of reasons... mostly emotional, but with quite a few practical ones both tied in & self-supporting.
To make matters more complicated, it was a very good friend who not only recommended me for this job, but also set up the interview for it as well. And, apparently, I didn't do very well in the interview today (psychological??)... I know this because they rang my good friend within 30 minutes of my leaving their office, to get a 2nd opinion/reference check from him & he spent half an hour plugging all the holes I'd left in my disjointed conversation with the co-owner & he was quite proud of the fact that he'd saved my arse from the scrapheap. So if I turn it down, I'm not sure my friend will understand my reasons & he'll certainly take it as a personal & professional slight ~ given that it won't reflect on him favourably if I refuse the job on not-easily-defined-&-far-from-guaranteed emotions & feelings, or a hunch that I know what's best for me... And I hate letting people down.
There's lots more to it than that as well ~ more personal, psychological & (some might say) pathological reasons/excuses/intentions that needn't be gone into here. But suffice to say, I didn't sleep well last night before the interview... & I somehow doubt I'll rest easy tonight with a new set of parameters to figure out.
So... here we are, after a bottle of pretty good red wine... up for distraction. How about a couple more photos from yesterday's Shop session??
Ducks In Melbourne:
And a lost submarine:
I had an interview for a job in Sydney today, that would combine what I know about various office/commercial products with a lot of practical building/commodity/amenity componentry knowledge ~ with the view of combining the roles of sales representative & project manager into one. It's exactly the kind of job I would want... & the opportunity I have waited for... except for two things: 1. It's in Sydney & I want to move to Melbourne. 2. It's the kind of opportunity that could keep me in Sydney simply because of what I could gain from doing the job & learning from the experience, that I could then take the skillset from to any other place in the country after a few years & virtually name my salary... except I have my heart set on a move to Melbourne, which is where I want to be for all sorts of reasons... mostly emotional, but with quite a few practical ones both tied in & self-supporting.
To make matters more complicated, it was a very good friend who not only recommended me for this job, but also set up the interview for it as well. And, apparently, I didn't do very well in the interview today (psychological??)... I know this because they rang my good friend within 30 minutes of my leaving their office, to get a 2nd opinion/reference check from him & he spent half an hour plugging all the holes I'd left in my disjointed conversation with the co-owner & he was quite proud of the fact that he'd saved my arse from the scrapheap. So if I turn it down, I'm not sure my friend will understand my reasons & he'll certainly take it as a personal & professional slight ~ given that it won't reflect on him favourably if I refuse the job on not-easily-defined-&-far-from-guaranteed emotions & feelings, or a hunch that I know what's best for me... And I hate letting people down.
There's lots more to it than that as well ~ more personal, psychological & (some might say) pathological reasons/excuses/intentions that needn't be gone into here. But suffice to say, I didn't sleep well last night before the interview... & I somehow doubt I'll rest easy tonight with a new set of parameters to figure out.
So... here we are, after a bottle of pretty good red wine... up for distraction. How about a couple more photos from yesterday's Shop session??
Ducks In Melbourne:
And a lost submarine:
